ROMANCE IS RAPE BY SEDUCTION

DIARY DATA ENTRY 3

Romance Is Rape By Seduction

By Adam Shane Lawes

MY DIARY DIGITAL DATA ENTRY 3 OF 145

It is night again and I am once again at Melbourne Cemetery. I woke up and managed to get a few hours sleep in the early hours of this morning, and when I woke up I hid amongst the tombstones when the cemetery gates opened, and then I left an hour later and came back to the cemetery again when it was closed and dark. I have the chance for the rest of the night, to here and there, write in this digital data diary to try and make myself feel better, and to also try and get a sense of what went wrong and what I should do now that I am homeless. Today I went and enquired about how I can get food, and I found out that there is a church charity meal van that parks every night in the carpark of the industrial markets in the central city of Melbourne - (ironically itself once the major inner-city cemetery of Melbourne until the rush of the industrial revolution caused the old gravestones to be removed and the many buried city coffins to be concreted over into a carpark for Melbourne’s major city markets) - and it will only take me about 20 minutes to walk there each evening from here at the cemetery. And I am still cursing my former store manager, who is from India, for terminating me from my job and also lying to the Government unemployment office and making me homeless. For I am now homeless, down and out, sick with the flu, and hiding out here in Melbourne Cemetery because of him. However I will have my revenge upon him by exposing his cruel, corrupt, wrongful behaviour in this digital data diary of mine - because as the tattoos on my hands state - "Art Is A Weapon". And I have now started to work out a plan of survival and a way that I will not get caught living here at Melbourne Cemetery. First I wake each night in the evening when it is dark, just as my body is use to after working nights for more than twenty years since I was a teenager. Then I go to the small, secluded block of toilets at the back of the cemetery, which is always left unlocked, unlike the main toilets at the front of the cemetery, which are locked at the end of each day. And there, using the light from my Apple iPhone, I go to the bathroom and wash and then shave using the cut-throat razor that I bought, and the soap that is always there. After that, I go back and hide my belongings in the tombstones, and then using the light from my Apple iPhone to guide me, I walk to the back of the cemetery and use one of the trees that are growing near the spiked and barb wired back fence of the cemetery, to climb over the sharp and spiked cemetery fence. From there, dressed in one of my two black suits, and wearing my black beanie, I walk down to the carpark of the industrial inner city markets to the church charity meal van to have my daily - or more specifically nightly - meal of soup and bread. And whilst I am waiting for the nightly church charity meal van to drive up and park in the carpark of the industrial Melbourne markets of the central city, I use one of the many electrical power-points that are at the back of the industrial storage warehouses in the carpark there to charge up my Apple iPhone as I wait for the church charity meal van. So this solves the problem of keeping my Apple iPhone charged and both it and myself alive. For now that I am homeless and hiding out in Melbourne Cemetery, as long as I only use my Apple iPhone for this digital data diary of mine, I will be able to both keep it charged for my nightly digital data diary writing, and also hopefully get by for a fairly long period on the fairly large amount of pre-paid credit that I have left on my Apple iPhone - because before I got sick and was terminated from my job and made homeless, I was happily spending all my spare money on stocking up my new Apple iPhone with pre-paid credit so that I could buy and download a lot of music and videos for my Apple iPhone. However now that I have been unfairly terminated from my job and denied unemployment benefits because of my former corrupt supermarket store manager, and I am now homeless and hiding out here in Melbourne Cemetery, I am only going to us my Apple iPhone to discreetly light my way when necessary at night, and then use my Apple iPhone to write these nightly digital diary data entries of mine. So anyway, after I have gone to the carpark of the industrial Melbourne markets and recharged my Apple iPhone and had my nightly meal from the church charity meal van, I then walk back to the cemetery, and using the light from my Apple iPhone, I set up my sleeping bag beneath the tree, and write here on my Apple iPhone in my digital data diary, and then fall asleep for a few hours until I am woken up by the light of day in the early morning. Then I go and hide my belongings and myself in the tombstones and wait until the cemetery opens. After the cemetery is opened, I then walk around in the cemetery throughout the day, and before the cemetery closes, I leave and then come back once it is dark and the cemetery is shut again, and then I can do the same nightly ritual again. So the problem of going to the bathroom, washing, shaving, getting food, charging my Apple iPhone, and having lighting has all been solved. In terms of my clothes, I have two sets of black suits, and I have worked out a way that I can wash my clothes once a week. As I can use the hot water tap and the basin in the bathroom that I use to wash myself in each night, to also wash the second black suit that I have on a weekly basis. And I have found a tombstone that is hidden very discreetly beneath a large tree in the middle of the cemetery that I can hide and hang my black suit over it to dry, and where I doubt that it would be seen, and where it also looks like my clothes will be fairly protected whenever it rains. So that solves the problem of cleaning my clothes here and there. But besides the obvious fact that I am homeless, this situation is not as good, for the want of a better term, as it could be. For it would be better if I could have somewhere to hide and sleep during the day, as I am used to doing, and that way I can wake up each night and get ready, go to the church charity meal van, and then come back and stay up all night, and then hide and go to sleep in the morning before the cemetery opens. It seems as if the security patrol always drives through the cemetery each night sometime between 1am and 2am in the morning. So it would be also better if I could be more hidden at night so I don't have to worry about the security patrol ever seeing me unexpectedly. However I don't yet know of such a place where I can hide at night, and then sleep in the cemetery during the day though. So tomorrow I am going to look around the cemetery for a better place to hide and sleep in.

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Romance Is Rape By Seduction

By Adam Shane Lawes

MY DIARY DIGITAL DATA ENTRY 4 OF 145

It is night again and I have made some ground today. Earlier today, when I was wandering around the cemetery, I found an old grave that had one of those stone encasements over the whole grave. The lid to this stone encasement was cracked and separated in one of the back corners over the whole grave, which gave me the chance to push it aside and look inside. Inside this stone encasement, there is an area of approximately three feet high by six feet long and a metre wide, which is enough for me to slide the stone lid back, spread my sleeping bag out, hide my bag in there, and slide in there, and then slide the broken piece of stone lid back again over me, and roll into my sleeping bag and zip it up. And although it hasn't rained since I've been made homeless, this is Melbourne so I am going to be in for a lot of rainy weather. So now I can lay inside there at night, and also be protected from any rain, and also the coming autumn and winter cold weather, and I also have enough space to lay on my side, and write here in my digital data diary. And then when morning comes, I can go to sleep, and be hidden and protected in there all day, and then wake up and go to the cemetery bathroom and get ready, and then go and get my nightly meal from the church charity meal van, and then come back here again. And I can also keep my sleeping bag and belongings hidden in there and safe from the weather. So now I am going to go and clean out the grave encasement and set myself up in it - so it is goodnight from me tonight.

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Romance Is Rape By Seduction

By Adam Shane Lawes

MY DIARY DIGITAL DATA ENTRY 5 OF 145

I am lying down inside my sleeping bag hidden inside this stone encasement of this grave, and now typing on my Apple iPhone here in my digital data diary. And although it feels a bit creepy to be lying on top of someone's grave, never the less, for the first time since I've been made homeless, I finally feel some sense of comfort and being protected, however strange this new situation may be. The grave encasement that I am now 'living' in, is of a girl who died in 1939 at the age of 16 years old. There were a few other old graves with broken stone encasements, but when I saw the grave of this girl and her age, I thought that if I am going to be haunted for sleeping inside someone's grave, then at least I would like it to be by a girl who is sixteen years old. And her grave is an old grave and it doesn't say anything about her life. But I don't feel any bad vibes or anything, like I am disturbing her soul or something like that. Also, there is a small statue of a female angel over her grave, and in some strange and sublime way, it makes me feel a little bit more welcome and protected here.

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Romance Is Rape By Seduction

By Adam Shane Lawes

MY DIARY DIGITAL DATA ENTRY 6 OF 145

It is night again and I am back here hidden inside my hidden grave gap 'room'. Today I slept straight through the whole day, no doubt because I'd had hardly any sleep since I have been made homeless, and also because I have been working nights for the last nine years, until I was unfairly terminated from my job by my former store manager who is originally from India. Also for the first time since I have been made homeless, I have been hidden and had the chance to sleep without being worried about having to wake up and hide in the daylight when the cemetery is open. So earlier tonight, after I woke up, I went to the cemetery toilet, washed, shaved and then I went to the church charity meal van and got my daily-nightly meal, and then I came back here again, and I will now be wide awake for the rest of the night. So tonight I would like to write down what I did on that first day when I found out that I was homeless. Firstly when I found out that I had been both terminated from my job and also denied unemployment benefits because of my corrupt store manager who is originally from India, I felt like I was going to faint, and I just sat there with my head spinning. But I couldn't take sitting at home anymore stressing, so I came here to the peace and quiet and tranquility of Melbourne Cemetery, as I have always done when I have gotten too stressed whilst living here in Melbourne. And after sitting for a few hours I started to think about what I should do, and I realised that my first priority was obviously finding somewhere safe to stay while I am homeless. And I thought of trying homeless centres, but I didn't even know where any were, and it was too late for me to start looking. So then I realised that the cemetery would be the best place for me to stay for my first night of being homeless, and until I can sort out my circumstances and find somewhere to live. So unable to pay anymore rent, before I went and handed in my keys at the private rooming house where I had been renting a room - I went and sold all of my electrical goods, and with the money I went and bought a cut-throat razor and a mirror to shave with, a black waterproof sleeping bag, a black waterproof hooded coat, two pairs of black thermal wear, and a black beanie. I then shaved off the horrible corporate cut short shaped style of haircut that I'd had for too many years, since I'd unfortunately had to cut off all my long hair when I moved to Melbourne due to my former supermarket store manager's insistence and threat to my job. And I used the cut-throat razor that I had just bought to shave all my hair off to the scalp, so that I could finally get rid of that horrible corporate worker's style of haircut and not have to worry about walking around and living homeless with a messy unkept corporate worker's haircut. And I will use the black beanie to keep my head warm in the cold weather. After I had shaven my head to the scalp, I then went and put on one of my black suits - consisting of black trousers, the black thermal wear underneath, and a black pointed suit tail coat, and then my black military style boots, and then I put my other black suit, the cut-throat razor and mirror, and my Apple iPhone in my black waterproof bag. And then with my sleeping bag, black coat and bag of belongings, I handed in my key to my old room at the rooming house where I had been living, and I came here to Melbourne Cemetery for that first night of being made homeless.

DIARY DATA ENTRY 7

Romance Is Rape By Seduction

By Adam Shane Lawes

MY DIARY DIGITAL DATA ENTRY 7 OF 145

The following diary data entry seven is my personal statement about the cruel corruption that I suffered trying to survive working too many years of horrible physically heavy and hard and mentally mundane manual labour for what is one of this country's largest and most corrupt corporations. So firstly I just want to state that my many years doing supermarket nightfill work for that corporation which is one of the largest corporations and private employers in Australia was a very horrible physically heavy and hard and mentally mundane manual labour job that involved the repetitious lifting of heavy boxes at night in a supermarket. However I always worked hard for many years doing horrible physically heavy and hard and mentally mundane manual labour for that corporation, where I was also employee of the month three times, as that job despite being extremely horrible paid my bills by giving me an income for food and a home for shelter whilst I worked on my art-work, especially my writing, as I continually try and want to survive and succeed in this world as an artist. And whilst working for that cruel, corrupt corporation doing horrible physically heavy and hard and mentally mundane manual labour for too many years I was eventually continually and very unfairly and cruelly mistreated, used, abused, enslaved and hurt in every way that they could until I was eventually unfairly terminated by my former supermarket store male manager who is an Australian originally from India and also the corporation's mostly matriarchal, malicious and Anglo-Saxon-Australian females in its human resources head office hierarchy who made me homeless. And that last supermarket store manager that I had, who is an Australian-Indian supermarket store male manager, is one of the most cruel, corrupt, corporate people that I have ever seen and met, including where there is so much very wrong, cruel and corrupt corporate behaviour that should not exist at all ever again. For you see, every pallet, box and carton of products that we unload from the trucks, and then onto the shelves each night, is worked out to a specific carton rate - Which means that you have to unload those boxes and use your nightfill carton cutter knife very fast to cut and pack those boxes and get the products onto the shelves very quickly, in order to keep your nightfill job. Also at work at night, I had to take all the deliveries such as the milk, meat and bread trucks that continually came throughout my nightshift - And the corrupt, corporate store manager from India took away all the extra allocated hours that I was supposed to be given each night to account for the time it took to take all those truck deliveries. Then at the end of the night, after the store has to be double faced with all the product labels facing the front - All the cardboard rubbish from the average of 25 pallets containing approximately 100 boxes per pallet each night, has to be crushed into a machine and then tied up into large wired bails of cardboard for removal. And once again, this corrupt, corporate Australian-Indian supermarket store manager, besides taking away my allocated time to take truck deliveries throughout the night, also took away all the necessary allocated time it took to crush and bail up in the cardboard crushing machine, the average of 2500 empty cardboard boxes that are left at the end of each night after unloading the pallets, boxes and then stacking the supermarket shelves. And then out of his scale symbol star sign's sometime seemingly too often greed and insecure need for status due to insecurity, my Australian-Indian store manager, when calculating each night's required nighfill and nightcrew hours, would illegally minus between 300 to 400 cartons off the actual real load size each night so that he could cut costs by saving wages and having less staff to do the job. And my former Australian-Indian store manager did this so that he could make himself look good and keep getting promoted within the corporation, and to also ensure his company bonuses - and this also meant that we were always nightcrew staff short each night - And I was threatened by my class driven former Australian-Indian store manager that if the nightfill job didn't get done by the whole nightcrew in each nighshift, then it was my fault and that I would lose my job as a result - so consequently out of fear of losing my job - I use to do masses of unpaid hours each night and week to get all of the night's work done, which involved going to work 2 hours early each night, working through my 1 hour meal break and staying back an hour at the end of my shift to ensure the night work got completed. And all this corporate corruption by my former Australian-Indian store manager is against the law, as it is a violation of health and safety policy and it is also major fraud because my former Australian-Indian store manager is illegally cost cutting for his own self-gain, both in terms of promotion, and also financial gain for his bonuses within the company. So for the last year, as I have stated, I was doing masses and masses of unpaid hours and being worked into the ground because of the cruel corporate corruption by my former Australian-Indian store manager, until I increasingly became rundown and finally got very sick with this bad case of the flu that I still have, and which my former Australian-Indian store manager then used my first 3 days off work sick with the flu, to wrongfully and illegally terminate me from my job. And there was obviously no point in going to the corporation's head office including its human resources department, because that cruel, corrupt corporation's human resources head office hierarchy is constituted of mostly malicious, matriarchal females who wrongfully and in a very cruel, conniving way spend their working time wrongfully covering up that corporation's cruel corruption, as they are just as cruel and corrupt in their own and often very similar cruel, malicious ways as my former store male manager. And there was also no point in in going to the unions, because the unions are just as corrupt in their own ways, especially because they make back-alley deals with the corporation to exploit the staff, whilst they then wrongfully take union staff members money and do nothing substantial to help staff members when they are being exploited and suffering sometimes from severe corporate corruption - and it is in that specific way that unions are just another corporation as well, and the unions are just as corrupt as the corporations that the union staff members pay their union to supposedly help and protect them - which the unions obviously do not do. Because the supermarket cruel, corrupt corporation - even though it is just a supermarket - is one of the most powerful, influential and largest corporations in this country, as it is very near to the top of being one of the largest private employers in this country - (people have to eat obviously - and food is the one thing that supposedly 'normal' participating people in society will always buy so that they can survive - so supermarkets are obviously very big business - which makes them, especially the supermarket corporation that I worked for - which also has the largest amount of alcohol sales in this country (and alcohol kills more people each year here in this country than all illegal recreational drug deaths each year all combined together - and the corporation also owns and operates the largest number of gambling poker machines in this country and I hate gambling as it ruins people's lives - for example my cousin committed suicide because of a gambling addiction - and that cruel, corrupt corporation is one of the largest corporations and private employers in this country with a lot of profit, power and influence - And also that supermarket corporation is also very corrupt and has the corrupt control of the union for the workers (and where for example one of the deals the union made with that cruel, corrupt corporation was so cruel for the workers that the government had to step in to stop it from happening) and also that cruel, corrupt corporation's management at a higher level at their head office, especially in their human resources department, is largely and mostly constituted of females, who many started out for that cruel, corrupt corporation as supermarket checkout operators, and/or academically educated at a university institution, and then they go to work in that cruel, corrupt, corporation's head office and spend their time sitting down comfortably covering up that corporation's cruel corruption and enslaving males to do the very horrible physically heavy and hard and mentally mundane manual labour for that cruel, corrupt corporation that they have never had to do so they do not know how horrible it is and they are very cruel, conniving, corrupt and malicious in their occupation for that cruel, corrupt corporation. And that massively, extensive corrupt, corporate supermarket corporation that I worked for even allegedly has the Melbourne mafia in their payoffs through their massive and profitable fruit and vegetable purchases and sales. So trying to deal with the cruel corporate corruption that I was experiencing at the supermarket that I worked for legally in the form of the human resources department, or the unions was all obviously out of the question, and even trying to deal with the corporation's corruption illegally, by approaching members of the established and current Melbourne mafia to help me, was also out of the question as that supermarket corporation is a very big, profitable business for them - So I was all on my own and I am still on my own right now - Because after a year of cruel, corporate corruption from my former Australian-Indian store manager, who constantly threatened me with my job if I did not do the masses of unpaid overtime each week - which amounted to approximately 20 hours of unpaid overtime each week for the last year, because I was working 10 hour shifts without a break because of the cruel, corporate corruption of my former Australian-Indian store manager - and which resulted in me becoming increasingly rundown, angry, and also eventually very sick with a bad flu that my corrupt, corporate former Australian-Indian store manager then used to unfairly and illegally terminate me from my job both because I had started to use my words to write down in the supermarket nightfill log book about his fraudulent capitalist corporate behavior and his exploitation of me, and because I was then off work sick for 3 days with this bad case of the flu - (my former Australian-Indian store manager terminated me on the 3rd day that I was sick with this flu). And now I am homeless, and I am very angry, and I am hiding out here at Melbourne Cemetery because of the cruel, corporate corruption of my former supermarket store male manager and also that cruel, conniving, corrupt corporation's human resources head office's many malicious, matriarchal females who are all the exact opposite to our world's very necessary benevolent good corporations. And so now in this digital data diary of mine here on the global internet world-wide-web I am using my Apple iPhone and my art as a weapon to expose that wrongful, horrible, supermarket, cruel, corrupt corporation that so cruelly and wrongfully mistreated, used, abused, enslaved and hurt me and tried so hard to destroy me so cruelly and wrongfully in every type of way that they could - and I will not tolerate that type of behaviour being done to me anymore ever again.